You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
(telling in third person perspective)
you hesitate and all you can say is, " um i-im Toof but how do you kno-know me?" she responds with a laugh;" *laughs* theres a lot you need to know about me. i knew your father, a great man he was, then he left for the world just as you need to do," she pauses for a second then says, "go, follow his footsteps and finish what he started." after these words you set off into the grand world to become, Lord of The Craft!
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